(originally by David Bowie)
Drifting into my solitude
Over my head
Don’t you wonder sometimes
‘Bout sound and vision
Aah-Aahh…
Blue, blue, electric blue
That’s the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue-ooh
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to read
Nothing to say
Blue-ooh
I will sit right down
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Don’t you wonder sometimes
‘Bout sound and vision
Aah-Aahh…
Blue, blue, electric blue
That’s the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue-ooh
I will sit right down
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude
Over my head
